Shuga

Cherrie Lynn with eyes deep blue-
Kissed the boys cause she wanted too-
Made’m blush, oh yes she did-

They’d turn away with their faces hid

While Cherrie Lynn danced through
the halls-
It was Bobby Joe she wanted most
of all-
She’d drop her books right at his feet-
call him, Dumplin’ and Shuga Sweet

Of that Southern heritage she was proud-
talked real slow but above the crowd-
Born was Bobby, a city lad-
from ‘cross the tracks where they
raise’m bad

T-shirts and Tennis shoes; Dresses of
frilly lace-
Cherrie Lynn wanted Bobby; and he
wanted Cherrie Lynn;
but not for her pretty face

She’d tease and tickle, and make
Bobby sweat-
then she’d pull back just before

Their lips met-

Then before night fall; Bobby walked
away-
But not before making plans
to meet again the next
day-

In the pit of Bobby’s stomach; was like a
storm without rain-
As the police cuffed his hands; Said
they’d found his sweet Cherrie-
Found her raped and slain

Bobby Joe he hung his head; and
tears filled his eyes-
but every time he tried to speak;
they accused him of telling lies

He remembers well, Sweet Cherrie’s smell,
so rich and shuga sweet-
But Bobby Joe sits on death row-
with a heart that never beats

© Lisa Hilbers
February 11, 2007